In the woods, advertisements, the newspaper, a happy letter with the dark red. You recognize a city, a street, you walk to that window and you read that name. You always have musk, tomorrow I'll call you. Tomorrow I'll ask how this is going, do you see that I miss him? You always have musk, why doesn't he call me? Why don't I just drive by, just like that, maybe he misses me. Never had something come of it, something always happens. Then this, then that, always something that was urgent, important, more important than he. You always have musk, tomorrow I'll call you. Tomorrow I'll ask how this is going, do you see that I miss him? You always have musk, why doesn't he call me? Why don't I just drive by, just like that, maybe he misses me. Well, it's over, I find it so incomprehensible. You'll never know again how he was that day, hear how he laughed. One day you still wanted to go to Casablanca together. You always have musk, tomorrow I'll call you. Tomorrow I'll ask how this is going, do you see that I miss him? www.mooji.org Copyright © 2020 Mooji Media Ltd. All Rights Reserved. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consent.